A Little Help From My Friends

Simon called me this morning, it was a call I had been attempting to avoid since our little interlude, as I knew his intent and what outcome would ensue. His voice tight with anger he asked me why I had not returned his calls. I knew his anger was only to provoke a response in me and if I defend myself then this would mean that his emotional response mattered to me. I kept myself as remote as possible and while I donned the pretense of shallow socialite my inner being screamed to confide in him, to let him talk me out of this insane path. Simon was no fool for he guessed that I was distancing myself from him and refused to accept my lack of interest in pursuing a relationship again. He accused me of playing a dangerous game with Gervais and said to be careful because one day he would not be there to pick up the pieces. With this threat he hung up leaving me to hope that his anger would keep some distance between us, just long enough for me to murder my cousin with a little help from my friends.

I called up Zizi and told her to come over but not to bring anyone else, as much as I appreciated their support I required her cool head to help me plan our first move. Everyone else was clouded in the emotions of angry revenge and I did not want to find myself left hanging in the wind because of some plan ill conceived in the haste of vengeance. We required so much before I could go to the compound, some sort of distraction to keep Gervais off kilter for I was well aware that once there nothing in the universe was going to claim his full attention. I paced the floor until she arrived, ushering her into the drawing room and closing the door on Maritka’s knowing scowl, as much as she knew she never showed more than a scowl of disapproval, no doubt because she was well aware of the impact of Gervais upon my world.

I told Zizi that it was time for me to accept the invitation to go to the compound, Gervais was getting impatient and if he became too angry it might be impossible to distract him. She narrowed her eyes and asked how I planned to protect myself once there for everyone knew what was in his mind and our kinship would do nothing to protect me from his intent. I said that Ladonna was the only person who could provide a temporary barrier to him so I was going to call her up and ask if I could stay with her as Elyce was no match for him and Liselle would hand me over in the blink of an eye if it meant keeping Gervais away from Jago. Zizi crossed her long legs and asked why would Liselle be interested in Jago and I remembered that I had not told anyone of what I had seen in the underground parking lot. I told Zizi and she said it might prove useful if we needed to blackmail Liselle for support. “Good luck!” I managed to choke out between laughs, she obviously did not quite understand that deviance was a way of life for my family, not a scandal to be avoided.

Zizi asked what happens after I get inside for while I fob off Gervais for as long as I can, what are they to do? I told her that Gervais had once suggested that he hold a ball to welcome me to the family and I planned to take him up on the offer. She shook her head in confusion wanting to know what good a party would do anyone. I replied this was the only way I could manage to get all of us into the compound at once and give us the opportunity to get lost in the crowd. She leaned back in her chair waiting for me to continue, little did she know the truth was I had only half concocted a plan this far. My issues went far beyond ridding the world of Gervais as I had to also keep everyone else safe while avoiding been locked in his room as his familial sex slave. I told her that I had this idea of using the ball to present myself to Gervais as his. This way I could claim I wanted privacy and have him dismiss the staff after the party, then we would be alone. “Then you stab him?” Zizi asked sarcastically, “How is that getting away with it?” I shook my head saying I thought we should blow up the house.

It took her a full ten minutes before she stopped laughing, which did not aid my temper in one bit. This plan was perfect for who would attribute a bomb to a bunch of debutantes, it was a great cover for during the ball anyone could plant one, therefore I would not be the only suspect. Dismissing the staff for the night would keep them safe and Gervais, well hopefully he would be lying in the rubble of his own grandiose hubris. Zizi’s eyes widened as she realised I was serious and then she became the logical girl I required as she explored every avenue. She started with the largest hurdle and that was where were we going to get a bomb in the first place, it was not exactly something one comes up with at a fashion show. I told her that there were many people he ruined, we just need to find the right one and unfortunately since this town had more leaks than a sieve we needed to find the right person first off.

Then she asked how I was going to avoid being blown up and I told her there was no way to do this, the only thing was to be blown up the least. Zizi stared at me as if I had lost my mind and then refused to agree to this plan. Ludicrous she snorted at me several times before falling into a silent glare. I told her that a good bomb person could organise a single direction bomb that would blow up on the person intended. She accused me of watching too many movies and I accused her of being a coward, after all she was not the one facing not only the bed of Gervais but being blown up. We sat in impasse for a few minutes before she suggested that perhaps we could work out a way to get me out of the house and that was when I struck the deal with the devil, it is amazing how quickly you can lose your soul when obsessed with an evil deed. I told her I knew exactly what to do and all that she and the girls had to do was put everything in place. She listened to the plan and said it was risky, idiotic and I would probably die with Gervais, which made me insist upon a different graveyard. She laughed without pleasure saying that if stupid had a class picture we would be in the front row. I told her what we needed most of all was a distraction and this perplexing idea kept us rattling our brains for the rest of the afternoon.

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